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The Slime Equality She was a flaming queen. Dancing in shades of green. Worms, venom and DNA. Inside the goo shapes the slime comes from who you were again. A cycle yoked. Red talons clawing through the moss covered goop. A mozaiq of slimy times. Of a prism covered by lime. Goopy goop dripping drooping globidy gloop let us address the green puke. Toxic and valuable like any other, but perhaps you have not given yourself a chance to discover. The slime equality. That we all have the chance to find the magic of the snot, the pagentry of the glop. And these magic words I drop, blop, blop. Green and globs. Vote for this poem
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